Amara let out a soft moan and turned her head, burying it against something warm to escape the light shining on her closed eyelids.

Pain... So much pain... my head... Nnngghh...

The throbbing, fuzzy misery intensified when she shifted her head and her stomach lurched. As her mind slowly returned to some form of consciousness, a single thought drifted into her mind.

Why on earth did she feel so hellishly awful?

Even trying to think seemed to make the headache worse. What had happened last night? Her memory felt so fuzzily fragmented. Where was she now? She couldn't be passed out on the ground somewhere - she felt much too comfortable. And…oddly warm… There seemed to be a slight weight around her, and when she paused to take notice of it, whatever she was lying on was slowly moving.

Her eyes blinked open rapidly and she winced as she was blinded by rays of morning light streaming through the bedroom window…

Wait…the bedroom window?

"Finally awake, huh?"

The voice came from just above her. She raised her head slightly, blinking slowly as she met slit pupils in a violet gaze.

Envy. Some of his palm-tree-like hair splayed around them, while the rest spilled over the pillows.

…huh?

And then very slowly she glanced down and realized the position she was in. She was nestled against his chest with his arms around her, the covers of the bed partly covering their prone forms.

She blinked. Several times. And then she glanced up to meet his gaze again. He raised an eyebrow bemusedly.

Her head felt far too miserable for any immediate, decisive action. It came as a slight relief that despite their precariously cliché way of waking up after a wild night of intoxication, they were miraculously still clothed.

Well…she wasn't sure that really counted in Envy's case, but she was fairly sure he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of redressing her if she'd managed to find her way out of her own clothes.

She heaved a sigh, resting her head back against his chest and closing her eyes against the torturous light. "What. The hell. Do I want to know how we ended up like this?" The question was muffled against his crop-top.

She hadn't expected to wake up in the arms of a half-naked homunculus. Granted, half-naked was his norm…

"Can't say I remember…but I must say, I'm rather curious," he murmured dryly.

"How long have you been awake?"

"A while."

There was a pause.

"Then why are we still in this position?" Amara frowned, though she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes.

"Because you're warm and I'm comfortable." He sounded content.

She almost raised her head to glare at him, but the pain in her head dissuaded her. Instead she settled for a groan. "Ugh….I feel horrible." Maybe if she threw up on him he'd go away.

"Really? I feel fine."

She lifted her head slowly to gaze at him in disbelief. His gaze was clear and he didn't appear to be in any sort of discomfort.

"I hate you," she moaned and lowered her head again.

The damn homunculus probably couldn't get hangovers thanks to his healing abilities. Although why he wasn't feeling her pounding headache she didn't have a clue.

"I somehow doubt that." The amusement in his tone rankled.

"Why?" The word came out waspishly.

"Well, unless you make a habit of cuddling up to your enemies in bed…"

"I was drunk..."

"Uh-huh."

"Look you, this is your fault."

He snorted. "I may have gotten you drunk, but I somehow doubt I forced you into this position."

"Ugh...My head hurts too much to argue with you."

"And for all your complaining you don't seem too eager go anywhere." The bastard actually had the nerve to sound smug.

"I hurt too much to move..."

Ugh. How had she gotten to the point where she'd rather cuddle with a psychopathic-palm-tree than deal with a hangover?

"So do you remember anything that happened last night?" she grumbled at last.

"Hmm… a few things…" he murmured thoughtfully.

"...Like what?"

"I didn't know you knew how to dance like that." He sounded oddly admiring.

She blinked and raised her head. "We were dancing?"

"You were dancing." He smirked.

"I was dancing?" Her voice cracked, and a stab of pain through her temples made her stomach lurch.

He chuckled, and the rumble of it in his chest did nothing to ease her nausea. "I had to fight off your intoxicated admirers,"

"Wait…what? You didn't…"

He rolled his eyes. "I didn't kill anyone. Would you relax?"

She swallowed uncomfortably. "Do you remember anything else?"

"Well…frankly you're probably better off not knowing about a lot of it." He grinned. Actually grinned. It was not reassuring...

She frowned. "How much do you remember precisely?"

He half-shrugged, jostling her slightly and making her stomach do further, uncomfortable things. "A lot of it…It's just towards the end it gets a little fuzzy. I think I'd had a couple bottles of tequila by that point though…"

"A couple bottles?"

Perhaps her main concern should be what they had done to her bank account...

"I think it's safe to say I hold my liquor better than you." He raised his chin a little, the self-satisfied tone making her itch to slap him.

She shook her head. Albeit, very slowly. "I can't believe you made us get drunk..."

"Hey, you're the one that made me get drunk, if you remember that much."

"'Cause if I hadn't you would've taken total advantage of me."

"Probably. You know, I can't actually remember what I was planning to do once you got drunk…" He frowned thoughtfully.

"Probably for the best...I'm not sure I want to know. You're a sick, twisted person."

He snorted. "And your hair looks like a bonfire. Any other painfully obvious comments you'd like to make?"

"Don't get smart with me palm-tree."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to take that tone at the moment? There's a lot I can do with this situation without killing you, you know..."

"You wouldn't…"

He snorted. "Wanna bet? All I'd have to do is switch forms into Enver and you'd probably enjoy it..."

"Uugghhh! Let go of me you pervert," she snapped, trying to pull out of his hold weakly.

He rolled his eyes, but otherwise didn't move. "You are pitifully easy to rile up, you know that?"

She glared at him flatly, giving up on her attempts to get away when her stomach once again threatened to empty itself. She swallowed hard and then settled for grumbling, "You're a jerk..."

"Mmmhmmm….say, when was that exam you were so worried about?"

The horrible dropping sensation his words provoked in her gut played a harsh counterpoint with the already present nausea. She wilted against him in defeat.

"Early tomorrow morning..."

"Huh….so are you ready?" he asked. She raised her head to give him a flat look.

"Thanks to you, no way in hell."

"Hmm." He didn't sound particularly concerned.

"Please let me study today," She forced her eyes wider in a pleading, puppy-dog look.

His forehead creased into a look somewhere between perplexed and disturbed. "You want to study with a hangover?"

She nodded.

He slowly shook his head in disbelief. "You really are a masochist..." he muttered.

"Not by choice." The words were rueful.

"Well…if you put the rest of that movie on, I might let you study for a bit..." he conceded finally.

In spite of the pain in her skull, she felt expression brighten. "Really?"

"Only if you make more popcorn."

"Done!"

She pulled back out of his grasp and scrambled painfully over to the edge of the bed.

"Right now…?" He sounded a little taken aback.

"Yeah! I've got a lot to study."

Standing very nearly resulted in the contents of her stomach ending up on the floor alongside her feet, but she managed to force down the bile and ignored Envy's resigned sigh. As she staggered across the room she set her goal on the extra strength Aspirin in the cupboard.

No doubt about it. Today was going to be a bitch.

"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming..." she muttered.

-A/N-

Would you believe I've never had a hangover? I have, however, had a migraine. Those suck.

Luckily for Amara, we are nearing the end of this tale of woe. There are still a couple more chapters but... Anyone up for a sequel? :P